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2/28/13

Unbridled

A tall drink walks into the bar and demands a whiskey.  The bartender looks at the glass, demands to see identification.  Everyone falls silent.  I few touch their guns.  So much tension.  Fear.  I'm not asking for much.  Just a little respect.  A woman, who had been standing at the back, provides comfort.  It's OK, she says.  Everything will work out.

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